"There's a change in pressure... never gonna lie to you."

Song: Pressure

Artist: The 1975

Two hours and numerous questionable drinks later, the four of us were significantly drunk. It was by far the drunkest I'd ever seen Harry, and I could hardly contain myself as fits of laughter wracked through my body periodically. His words were slurring adorably, just as I was sure mine were as well. It seemed everything he said fought to stay in his mouth, his lips and tongue not cooperating the way he hoped to.

"Halleee my drink is gone," he said, tapping me lightly on the nose with his now empty glass. I remained sitting on his lap, my arm looped lazily around his neck to keep my drunken body from falling off. He had one arm roped around my back and the other that held his glass resting on my lap, where he'd accidentally spilled more than once to wet my jeans with his drink.

"Well get another one silly," I replied, draining the rest of my glass and setting it on the end table next to the chair we were sitting in.

"But I'm s'tired," he mumbled, dropping his forehead to land on my shoulder. He let out a ridiculously overdramatic snore, followed quickly by a snort of laughter and a very uncharacteristic giggle. I joined in the giggling as I poked his stomach, earning a quiet 'ow' from him as he rested against my shoulder.

"Keep drinking with meee," I requested drunkenly, barring my teeth widely at him as he rose his head to glance at me. His eyes were bleary as he watched me, his gaze taking a little longer than usual to focus on me.

"Alright, alright, woman..." he trailed off, mumbling something I couldn't hear while I continued to giggle.

He stood from the chair to get another drink, dumping me unceremoniously on the floor after accidently heaving me off his lap in his haste to stand up. I landed with a loud thud, the alcohol in my body cushioning the fall easily. I cackled uncontrollably on the floor as he stooped down in front of me, apologizing profusely in his adorably slurred speech.

"Baby, ohmygod I'm so sorrrry," he said, ducking down in front of me while tears leaked from my eyes, finding everything far more funny than it probably actually was.

"You dropped me!" I accused playfully, pointing my finger at him. I struggled to sit up off the floor but finally managed to lift my back from the ground. My head swam at the movement but I tried to ignore it. I'd lost count of how many drinks I'd made, a task which Harry had taken over at some point when I was no longer able to determine an appropriate amount of alcohol for each drink. His plan had clearly backfired, however, because he was just about as bad at it as I was after consuming so much alcohol. His drinks had been just as strong, if not stronger, than the ones I'd been making, resulting in our current states.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, stumbling slightly as he lost his balance, falling back to land on his bum with a slight huff. He looked surprised as he found himself in that position, setting me off on another round of laughter. I pushed my hair out of my face and crawled forward, settling between his long legs as they stretched out in front of him. He leaned back on his hands, watching me with a lazy grin on his face while I folded my legs, my thighs resting atop of his.

"Terribly hurt," I said, pouting playfully as I tugged lightly on the hem of his shirt in an attempt to draw him closer. He resisted lazily, letting his head tilt back momentarily before refocusing on me.

"Ya look it," he mumbled with a lopsided grin.

"Look!" I said dramatically, holding my hand up in front of his face. He squinted at it, frowning deeply in concentration.

"S'nothing wrong, babe," he slurred, shaking his head slowly before stopping as if it made him dizzy.

"Yes huh, it's broken," I lied. I was not very convincing thanks to the wide grin plastered across my face.

"Here, wait," he said, blinking a few times as he refocused his gaze on my hand before leaning his head forward to press his lips into the back of it sloppily. "S'all better!"

"This one hurts, too," I said, raising my other hand for him to kiss. I bit my lip giddily into my mouth as I eagerly awaited his movement. He repeated his action, pressing a wet kiss to the back of my other one. I grinned in satisfaction.

"Thanks, babe," I said happily.

"Mmhmmm. Baby I've something that hurts as well," he said suddenly, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. His words were slower and deeper than usual, and his features appeared slightly sluggish thanks to the abundant alcohol in his system, but he was still undeniably hot.

"Hmmmm?" I hummed, waiting for him to continue as I swayed drunkenly in front of him despite sitting on the ground. He didn't respond but dropped his eyelid in a lazy wink before raising a hand and pointing a finger toward his crotch.

I burst out laughing, falling back to the ground away from Harry between his legs as I cackled uncontrollably. I felt his hands land on my knees, squeezing lightly before tugging on them, as if trying to bring me back up to face him. He only succeeded in stretching my hips, failing to pull me back up.

"Hey, shut it, will you?" Jay called drunkenly from the couch, where he and Maggie had been boldly making out for nearly a half an hour now, leaving Harry and I to entertain ourselves. I had almost forgotten they were there. After much teasing from an increasingly drunk Harry, they'd finally given in and dropped their casual charade. It was after our fifth or sixth round of drinks that Maggie had practically jumped Jay, which he'd been more than pleased to accept.

Harry and I had quickly grown bored with harassing them thanks to the way they blatantly ignored us, which had led to whatever we were doing now.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry muttered, waving a hand lazily in their direction. "I don't wanna hear shit from you ever again, ya hear me?"

Jay completely ignored him, attempting to dive back in to kiss Maggie once more. I finally managed to stop my wild laughter and pull myself to sit back up and face Harry. Harry's eyes widened slightly before he raised a hand and leaned forward as if to whisper to me.

"He's crabby 'cause we're cock blocking him."

I giggled and leaned forward towards Harry, raising my hand just as he did to mirror him. Harry bit his lower lip into his mouth to control his wide grin.

"Should we leave so they can bang again?" I whispered loudly so they would hear. Harry and I both glanced in their direction, our faces set in anticipatory excitement. Jay was glaring at us jokingly while Maggie attempted to finish the rest of her drink, apparently forgetting about making out with Jay momentarily. Harry and I both burst into a fit of giggles, both of us far too drunk for our own good.

"Yes you should," Jay all but shouted. Maggie smacked him lightly in the chest but didn't protest.

"Ooooooh, Hal, we got told," Harry said, nudging me conspiratorially. His lips formed into an 'o' shape and his brows rose on his forehead as if insulted. I giggled again before heaving myself off the floor, suddenly interested in heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. Harry followed me immediately, stumbling slightly as he rose to his full height and falling into the chair before he managed to right himself. His eyes widened slightly as he gripped the back of it, steadying himself before continuing toward me in the kitchen.

I stood at the sink, blinking furiously to try and focus on filling two glasses- one for Harry and one for me. It wasn't long before I felt a pair of arms wind around my waist from behind. Harry's face nuzzled into my neck and he rested far more weight on me than he probably realized in his drunken state, but I didn't mind.

"S'go to bed, baby," he whispered. My body shivered at the feel of his lips fumbling drunkenly at my neck while he spoke.

"'kay, but drink this first," I slurred, holding a glass of water up to my shoulder, which he ignored. I shifted my shoulder, jostling him gently. "Harryyyyy."

"Halleeeeee," he said, repeating my tone and drawing out the sound of my name. He felt like he was about to fall asleep on my shoulder. He nestled his face further into my neck and squeezed me. "Don't need that."

I giggled again before securing both glasses to bring to my room since it was clear he wasn't going to cooperate with me.

"Come on, babyyy," I sang, sticking my butt out to nudge him backward to let me out from where I was trapped between him and the counter.

"Owww," he whined softly, his words muffled by my neck. "Careful with that, baby."

I giggled and wiggled against him again, earning a quiet groan. He didn't let go of me as I stumbled toward the hallway, my balance hindered by the alcohol flooding through my veins and the weight of my very uncoordinated boyfriend.

"Goodnight, guys," I muttered, shaking the glasses I held drunkenly at Maggie and Jay, who had resumed their making out on the couch. Their figures blurred slightly as they swam before my eyes thanks to the alcohol.

"Fucks sake," Harry muttered as he glanced at them, still wrapped tightly around me. "Use a condom, eh? And don't contaminate the resta the place!"

He erupted into a fit of laughter as if he found himself hilarious. Jay gave him the finger, never bothering to tear his lips from Maggie's. I laughed along with Harry as I dragged him down the hall toward my room.

"Hey Hal," he said, hanging on me over my shoulders as we made our way through my door.

"What?" I laughed, setting the glasses of water down on my dresser.

"Wanna do somethin'," he muttered. His hands hung over my shoulders and started to pick at my shirt, tugging it upward clumsily.

"Whaaat baby?"

"Let's have sex because I love youuu," he said into my ear. He nibbled on it lightly, his action sloppy from his drunken state, making me squirm away from his as I burst into laughter.

"Smooooth," I teased. My head was starting to spin and as much as I always wanted him, what I really wanted was to curl into his chest and fall asleep.

"But I dooo love you s'much," he muttered, sounding confused as to why I hadn't immediately agreed. I twisted in his arms and looped mine lazily around his neck before falling back onto my bed, tugging him with me. He landed uncoordinatedly on top of me but managed to catch himself at the last second. He puckered his lips in front of me, silently asking for a kiss, which I obliged immediately, straining my neck to lean upward to press my lips to his for a few seconds before letting my head fall back down onto the mattress. He sighed and dropped his face into my neck once more, settling his weight onto my body as he rested between my thighs like he so often did.

He blew a soft stream of air across my neck and chuckled when I squirmed at the sensation. My hands drifted lazily down his back, dragging over the fabric of his shirt as I let my eyes close gently.

"So's that a no?" he muttered, sounding like he didn't really care either way.

"Le's just cuddle," I whispered, letting my eyes drift closed as I let his weight settle onto me comfortably.

"I like cuddling with youu," he replied contently. His lips pushed sloppily against my neck once, leaving a small patch of wetness on my skin. "But still wanna fuck ya."

I giggled again, shaking my head slowly at his lazy insistence. He and I both knew we were in no shape to do anything physical, the alcohol in our systems doing a good job of hindering our coordination and putting us to sleep quickly. My continued to rake down his back slowly while his warm breath washed over my skin evenly.

"Hallllle," he cooed softly.

"Hmm?"

"I love you," he said yet again. His voice was gentle and quiet. I blew out a soft breath of a laugh and grinned.

"So you've said," I giggled happily.

"S'cause you've not said it back," he murmured into my skin, sounding suddenly very sleepy.

"I love youuu, Harry," I replied, feeling the pull of sleep creeping up as I grew more and more comfortable with Harry settling into me. He sighed happily into my neck and was quiet for a few more moments.

"Halle?"

"Harry," I said, giggling as I repeated his name like he was continuously saying mine. I was so ready to drift off to sleep and let the alcohol leave my body and uncloud my mind.

"I've something ta say," he murmured quietly. His hand shifted around until it found my hair, twisting it lightly around his finger absentmindedly.

"What's that?" I whispered, my voice growing softer as I drifted closer and closer to sleep. He took a deep breath, letting his chest expand beneath my palms as they raked slowly down his back.

"Move in with me, Hal."

My eyes popped open instantly, the lurking thoughts of sleep disappearing completely at his surprising words.

"What?" I asked, unsure if I'd heard him right. He let out a deep breath as he struggled to pull his face from my neck, clearly very comfortable where he was. His face came to hover over mine, his eyes sleepy and blearily but determined as he watched me. His hand left my hair to brush the strands back behind my ear gently, bumping the shell of it clumsily. He let out a low chuckle at his clumsiness before refocusing on my eyes.

"Move in with me," he repeated calmly. My heart pounded heavily in my chest, my eyes searching his to see if he really meant it.

"You're drunk," I said slowly, watching him closely.

"So?" he replied. I felt as if the alcohol were leeching out of my skin, sobering me up quickly. I desperately hoped he wasn't just letting the alcohol get the best of him.

"Do you really mean it? Or are you just asking 'cause you're drunk?" I asked. My eyes were locked on his, watching for signs of regret but all I saw was hopefulness.

"Course I mean it, Hal," he said simply, shrugging gently. His brows knit together suddenly as he frowned softly. "Do you not want to?"

"No!" I said quickly. His face fell quickly before I realized I'd said the wrong thing. "Wait, yes! Yes, I want to move in with you."

A wide grin split across his face as he beamed down at me.

"Really??" he asked happily. His eyes crinkled by the sides and they were practically glowing.

"Yes!" I almost shouted, my voice uncontrollably giddy. My wide smile was cut off by Harry ducking his head down quickly, sealing his lips against my own. My hands left his back to cradle either side of his face, tugging him down against me. He broke the kiss, the enormous grin replaced instantly on his face as he dropped his forehead to mine.

"Really? One more time, I wanna hear it one more time," he requested giddily. I let out an uncontrollable round of laughter, unable to control myself. My heart felt like it was going to pound right out of my chest and I was certain I'd never been happier in my entire life. It was like every cell in my body was rejoicing, making me feel like I was buzzing.

"I'm moving in with you, you idiot," I laughed, raking my hands back through his hair and tugging him down to me once again. His lips collided messily with mine in another kiss as my legs wrapped around his waist, hugging him tighter against me. I wanted to hug him as close as I possibly could.

"I've wanted to ask you for so long," he murmured against my lips, breaking our kiss once again as he was unable to stop smiling. I giggled and gave up on trying to kiss him. It was clear we were too giddy to carry on.

"Why didn't you?" I asked curiously.

"Dunno," he shrugged. His voice was still slightly slurred and he was still clearly drunk, but I could feel the ring of truth behind his statement, letting me know he had meant every word he'd said. "You already pretty much live there, just wanted to make it official."

"That's true," I admitted, laughing. Much more often than not, I ended up staying at Harry's house. The nights I didn't spend with him felt cold, lonely. Wrong. My smile widened so much it hurt at the thought that I'd never have to face a night like that again as long as things went how I hoped they would. "God, I love you so much."

He beamed down at me, his expression a beautiful mixture of utter joy, happiness, and drunkenness. "I love you, too, Hal."

"We're gonna live together!" I said suddenly, as if unable to believe my own good fortune. How was it possible that I had been lucky enough to get to be with him? Not only be with him, but be loved by him and to have the chance to love him. My heart fluttered once again, sending shockwaves through my body.

"It's just the beginning, baby," he said gently, his features softening slightly as he watched me. I couldn't stop smiling as he continued. "I promise you that."

"My broken veins say that if my heart stops beating, we'll bleed the same way."